I was trapped and lost in
A latent box by my own drive.
Content and ignorant of the world,
Concealing my fears in the black box.
When darkness had me chained
And solidarity was my only solace,
You appeared in my life
As bright as the morning sky,
And took me by the hand
To a world of everlasting dreams.
It made reality envy the moments when
We were lost in each other’s fantasies.

It wasn’t love at first sight for us.
Unless you count the serendipitous moments when

I listen to a lot of things. One might even call me an audiophile. Music and lyrics (not the movie!) have been a huge part of my life. As an introvert, music lets me express myself like nothing else. Music has a language of its own. Every outland with its own language and culture conveys bursts of emotions in their music which undoubtedly awoke the linguist in me. Like Aldous Huxley said, “After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.”

I’d be lying, if I said I have no favourites. Everybody has a revered genre – a genre that one dogs the footsteps of when grazed by an impulse to listen to music. Be it pop, rock, or even the 21st century EDM bandwagon. My preferences have gone back and forth just like climate change. Beethoven was a pleasant surprise introduced by Windows XP Media Player, thanks to what emerged my love for classical music. I met Mozart and Bach in my mid-teens when rebellion and angst had caught a hold of me. Grunge bands like Pearl Jam and heavy metal bands like Bullet For My Valentine were on the top of my playlist. It was when I grew out of the latter, that I fell in love with The Beatles, Pink Floyd and Led Zeppelin. Continue reading →

I’m the only hope
that’s unattainable.
I’m the scarlet umbrella
unused in that drought.
I’m the awkward silence
bound to ebb the conversation.
I’m the terrible ending
to that adored book.
I’m all the things
you do not want.
I’m all the things
you don’t need.
I’m all the things
that you aren’t.

I apologise,
for the universe
is against me.
I have tried endlessly
to be the sound of waves
that calms you so
and failed notoriously. Continue reading →

Once in a blue moon, you’ll encounter the shadow of terror so haunting it’s drawn parallel to the denouement of 2001 Space Odyssey. You’ll be dazed and confused. You’ll be devoid of emotions altogether. You’ll be the trapped in an unknown world, walking on glassy skies and a thunderstorm would shatter your realm and tumble every piece down. You’ll find yourself lost in an abyss. In that moment, take refuge in the lost stars, they’ll be your solace.

It appears to be her monotone routine. Walking along her coveted path but a diversion hounds her to take a detour. Of all the diversions that could deflect her from her route, it had to be expectations that changes the course for her. Like aiming headshot at the target, being ignorant as the ricocheting bullet flies right back at you. Running away is all she has done. In the long run, it feels like she’s been dreaming the entire time. Her subconsciousness is lying on the field of green grass gazing at the shimmering stars, pondering the absence of the moon forevermore. It doesn’t occur to her that she’s been lost all this time and there’s no moon in daydreams. It’s time that world awakes. It’s time she stops running away and faces her obstacles head on. Funny, this black cloud of thoughts lingers on top of your head before the commencement of the New Year.